Island Promises. Leanne Banks
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saw that both girls were still sleeping, cough notwithstanding.
“Everything okay?”
“For now. They’re pretty sound sleepers. I think I’m still safe for a few more moments.”
She turned her face back to the sunrise, which exploded with color now above the horizon.
“It must be hard, on your own with twins.”
She flashed him a look and saw his expression was compassionate, not judgmental. “Some things are hard. I won’t lie about that. Two parent-teacher conferences, two sets of homework every night, two girls nagging me in the store to buy them a treat. Most of the time they’re a joy, though. I wouldn’t trade our life for anything.”
“Do you ever wonder if things might have been easier if you had...” His voice trailed off, as if he had suddenly reconsidered what he’d been about to say.
“Stayed married?” she finished for him.
His expression turned rueful. “Sorry. That was a rude question and none of my business.”
She bumped his shoulder with hers. “My ex-husband is marrying your sister in roughly thirty-six hours. I’d say that makes it a little bit your business.”
“There is that.”
She wrapped her arms more tightly around her knees while the breeze lifted strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail. “I care about Nick. I always will. But we’ve both discovered we’re much better as coparents than we ever were as a couple.”
“I can see that. The girls seem very happy.”
“That’s the important thing, as far as I’m concerned.” She glanced over at him. “What about you? Have you ever gone through this?”
“What? Marriage? Not me. On the morning of my mother’s third marriage, when she was stuffing me into yet another tuxedo for another trip down the aisle with her, I decided that when I get hitched, it will be forever. I think this was a year or so after my father’s fourth wedding. I was about thirteen by then.”
She’d guessed something of the sort from what Nick had told her about Cara’s family. Sympathy squeezed her chest. She couldn’t imagine that. Her own parents had been deeply in love until the day they were killed together in a car accident when she was in nursing school.
Sometimes she thought their dying together had been a gift, as neither would have been able to live well without the other. A gift to them, anyway. As an only child who had always had a particularly close relationship with her parents, the loss of them both at the same time had been a devastating blow.
She’d figured out a long time ago that her grief after their deaths was one of the reasons she’d hurried into a relationship with Nick. She’d been lonely and adrift, seeking a connection that had never really been there.
“For the record,” Shane murmured after a long moment, “I like Nick. He makes my sister happy. But I’m beginning to question his sanity to let someone like you slip away.”
Heat seeped through her at his words, and she gazed at him with startled eyes. It seemed natural and perfect—there, alone with the sunrise and the water and the few shorebirds pecking across the sand—when he leaned forward and kissed her.
CHAPTER FIVE
HER BREATH CAUGHT and she froze, his lips warm and delicious on hers. Oh, it had been so long. She had really, really missed kissing, the slide of mouth against mouth, skin against skin, the wild flutter in her stomach.
The breeze swirled around them and the ocean whispered and she didn’t want this lovely moment to ever end.
She kissed him back, her hands curled into the cotton of his T-shirt. Since her divorce, she had focused only on being a good mother, a good nurse. The unleashed heat of Shane’s mouth and tongue and hands reminded her she’d lost something along the way. She had forgotten that, at her core, she was still a woman, with needs and desires she’d worked hard to suppress.
He eased away from her a little, breath ragged and blue eyes glazed with hunger.
“Yeah. Nick is definitely crazy,” he said, his voice gruff. He leaned in for another kiss, his arms around her, pulling her against his hard chest.
They kissed for a long time, while the sun rose higher in the sky. She didn’t want to stop, but a muffled cough from the monitor in her pocket acted like a cold splash of water.
Oh.
What was she doing here, wrapped around Shane Russell like some kind of tropical vine?
This close, she could see his irises, speckled glints of silver in the blue. She could also see a certain light reflected there that looked suspiciously...tender.
An answering emotion flooded through her. Yes. She could fall in love with him very easily. She thought of his help and care on the long flight, and how sweet he was to rent boogie boards for her and her daughters.
He could break her heart like the tide washing over a sand castle.
Hearing a sleepy little huff from the monitor, she gathered all her strength and wrenched away from him, her heart pounding.
“I...need to go,” she said, feeling flustered and off balance, rocked to her core by the kiss. “The girls will be up, and I don’t want them to wonder where I am.”
“Right.” His voice was still rough, his expression dazed. She supposed it was small consolation that he’d been just as affected by their kiss.
“I’ll see you later.”
She fled back to her cabana before he could say anything else.
* * *
SHANE WATCHED MEGAN hurry into her little house as if she were being chased by reef sharks.
His head still swam from the dizzying shift in emotions, but one clear thought rose above the rest.
He shouldn’t have kissed her.
He was intensely attracted to her. Something about those big green eyes, her delicate features, that small, curvy body just did it for him.
Not only that, but he greatly admired her caring and concern for her daughters. She obviously loved them deeply. It showed in everything she did, from her attention to their comfort on the flight over, to her delight last night playing in the water with them, to the video monitor in her pocket this morning.
He couldn’t even imagine the guts she must have needed to drag her twins across the ocean for their father’s wedding to another woman. He couldn’t help but respect that.
Yeah, he liked her—way too much. He gazed out at the endless rows of breakers. Despite his attraction, both physical and emotional, he knew she wasn’t for him.
He’d made a vow a long time ago, after years of seeing the chaos his parents created in his life and Cara’s, that he wouldn’t drag other children through that kind of turmoil. Kids had a rough enough time making their way in the world. They didn’t need new people moving in and out of their lives, the stress of separate visitations, the drama of being forced to adjust to a different family dynamic.
He had a strict no-kids policy and he intended to stick to that.
No matter how difficult it was.
* * *
“TELL ME THE truth. Is this uncomfortable for you?”
Megan glanced over at Cara, stretched out on a beach towel next to her in a cute blue bikini, soaking up sun.
“Uncomfortable? No. Unfair, absolutely. We’re roughly the same age and you look tanned and buff while I look like a pasty-white cream puff.”
“Spray tan is a truly wonderful invention. But you know that’s not what I mean. I’m talking about this whole destination wedding